Ket stood quietly now, listening to those who had something to say speak up, some wishing to impart knowledge, others hoping to gain it. Newcomers came up, one by one, filtering down into courtyard until the small crowd became a rather large gathering of Templars. A simple nod to the Archon, @[member="Feena Mason"], as she made her way toward the group, seemingly still half-asleep. Her's must be a weary life indeed. Perhaps why he was content not to be in charge of the Templars as a whole, happy with his own little slice of the pie, as it were. Next came @[member="Isley Verd"], someone whom he knew better than most here, simply due to the fight the two partook in on the sands of Tatooine. To truly know someone, one must battle them, and their battle was one Ket nor Isley would soon forget. A sense of camaraderie and respect came from it, even if the Mando's beskar'gam suffered a horrid fate by his hands. Still, a nod given to Isley as well, perhaps even a bit deeper a nod than given to Feena.
It was rather suddenly that he could perceive a familiar scent on the morning wind, something his mind equated to the smell of salty sea air on the beaches of Naboo on a moonlit night. It was perhaps the only thing in the known galaxy that could ever dent the cool and collected exterior that he presented day in, day out in these recent times. She whom fueled his passions, who breathed new life into his mundane existence. All the power in the universe could not compare to the feelings he felt when she drew near to him, and that's when he saw her, in all her magnificence. @[member="Curupira Hawk"], his mate, his companion, his reason for being. Such was his life, but right now, in this moment, he had more of a purpose than to simply revere Curupira. He moved toward her, leaning his head slightly toward her own, and closed his eyes if only a moment, brushing his cheek against hers, kissing it fleetingly. He spoke to her through the tendrils of the Darkness, his words focused to her and no one else. "My morsel, it does my heart well to see you here. I think perhaps some alone time might be in order later this night, for I have missed you more than words can describe." In a rare show of affection, Ket smiled to her warmly, before letting his lips graze her own.
The leather clad Sith Master took the time to compose himself before looking toward MArek specifically, and spoke in low tones, knowing full well that he was Isely's student. That would change, soon enough, for his teachings were far more advanced than anything that the Mando'a second-in-command could ever hope to impart upon the young Templar. Ket's knowledge was vast, reaching through space and time itself. Time had no meaning to him, for he had been one of the handful that had lept across the centuries, hording the knowledge of the Force for himself. Such was fate, that now he must chose one to which to impart his vast knowledge of the FOrce to. He approached Marek, and looked him over, and made no qualms about his current Master nor his own progress thus far.
"You, young Starchaser. you wish the knowledge of draining one's connection tot he Force. Yet, within you, I can sense a thirst for so much more. Isley, whilst one whom I respect more than any other, cannot teach you what I can offer, for his power might be more than any other Sith of this time, my own spans centuries. I can show you things long forgotten by Sith, Jedi, Dark Jedi, Witches, Shapers of Kro Var, and Jal Shei alike. Come forward, young Starchaser, and embrace your destiny. I will not hold back that which you wish to know intimately."
Ket stepped forward toward the boy, and with but a mere whisper to the Force, brought the boy to his knees. He loomed over him, and through the Dark Conduits of the Force, entered his mind, to where there was nothing but the void of blackness and Ket's own voice.
"Tell me, young Starchaser. Tell me of your dreams, of your nightmares. Tell me what you wish to accomplish in this life, in this time. I guarantee you, my young friend, I can show you things of which even Isley Verd would give his own sister to be given an opportunity to learn. Tell me, Marek Starchaser... tell me what you want, and I shall be a merciful Lord and give it to you. I have deemed you, and you alone, worthy of what I have to offer. I shall forge you into something this galaxy fears above all else; a Sith Lord with power incomprehensible."
Ket stood there, staring at Marek like a statue, waiting on the boy's response.
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